There's a meadow near my house,
Where children sometimes play,
Where couples spend time together
In the sunlight of the day.
But when the twilight comes
And the stars throw down their light,
There on a large smooth rock
I see that magical sight.

With golden hair and glittering wings
She sits there all alone.
Ivory skin and starlight eyes,
She sits on Nature's throne.
But on her face, that radiant face,
A smile does not appear,
Only a look of melancholy,
And the occasional crystal tear.

Why does she sit at night alone?
Why does she appear under the star studded sky?
Why does a smile never grace her lips?
If only she would tell me why.

Does she wait for someone else,
A companion so long lost?
Or does she remember long dead faces,
Lives faded deep in her past?
I wish I could speak to her, offer her solace,
But never have I managed to get near.
For, as I approach that lonely stone,
She vanishes, as if never here.

Perhaps one day I'll find out the truth,
Find a name for this mysterious being.
Maybe I'll know what causes her mourning,
The tragedy that I'm not seeing.
What is it that she sees as she looks at the horizon,
That captivates her attention?
Perhaps she sees the future, the fate of this world?
Perhaps she sees only her reflection?